My lawn and I have a love-hate relationship.
I love doing anything but working on it and I'm sure my neighbors hate to look at all my weeds.
Well, I was able to get some work done on Sunday - but I refuse to be out there working for a more than an hour - I've got sports to watch.
This spring has been abnormal with the weather and the types of things growing in my yard.
I'm not sure if it's just how things shook out weather-wise, but I have these giant mutant dandelions that have been sprouting up. I'm not exaggerating when I say some are 2 to 3 feet high. Soon, they'll be looking at me eye-to-eye in an ultimate slap in the face to my lawn care laziness.
I guess I have a ways to go before I'm able to handle all the weeds, leaves and sticks.
One day, maybe I'll be Lord of my Lawn
Today, I'm setting for King of the Couch.
You see weeds have a funny way of just when you think you have them managed they sneak back up on you. I guess the fact that my weed wacker is electric and can only go as far as my extension cord will take me has me at a bit of a disadvantage. That's why if I need something to snip quick the shears do the job and they are much more mobile. But that can be tedious work, which is why I tend not to do it very often.
The more lawn work you do, it seems the more likely you'll find you need to do even more.
Then, just when you think you have something under control a wild card enters the equation. A couple of weeks ago some mysterious cotton-type foam showed up in my yard. Instead of picking it up and throwing it away, I decided the best thing to do would be to run it over with the lawn mower. Well, that tuned the small sheet of foam into hundreds of pieces and it didn't look good. I never said I was the smartest guy.
I picked up some of the pieces of foam and the other pieces must have just blown away, because they were gone in a few days.
I've never been accused of having a green thumb - unless you count the times I go overboard on the guacamole at El Portal.
I'll blame my parents. You see, since their children have moved out, they let their lawn grow and grow. It's gotten so bad a helpful neighbor has mowed it for them since he was sick of looking at it.
I guess I know where I get my lack of care for lawn care from now. Isn't that what my generation does anyway? Deflect blame to their parents.
Reporter Andrew Potter is a Tuesday columnist for the Times-Republican. The views expressed in this column are personal views of the writer and don't necessarily reflect the views of the T-R. Contact Andrew Potter at 641-753-6611 or firstname.lastname@example.org